O small child,
You know it not,
How your new born sister
Gave away
After she was injected wrongly
By the novice arrogant lady doctor
As for wrong treatment
But you a child unaware of
Seeing Raksha Bandhan pass,
Lost in your childish smile and weeping
Playing with,
Toddling holding the hands of
As an innocent child
Quite unaware of the loss of your sister
Who would have tied a rakhi on your wrist
When she would have grown
Someday
But came it not! ,
Oh, sorry to say
As was it God's Wish,
Nothing in ours,
There is something as Destiny which but shapes our ends!
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